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  • With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform

    Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep

  • We Came This Way to Know the Evening

    Here’s a riddle:

  • The Pair

    Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.

  • Downsizing

    Hey, maybe the time has come to empty

  • Willing

    Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows

  • Up Early, I Turn off the Television News

    High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood

  • Five Poems

    His Dublin sister, two sons,

  • Revolver

    His face was a festival.  Inside it,

  • On History

    His father’s boss was a Millerite—

  • Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been

    His hospital topped

  • Three Poems

    His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...

  • Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War

    history means touch, bodies